Stone Circle [m] soul disavowed

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ᚦ — he had scented the approach the moment paws were crossed over his markers. the wind, the gods, carried the scent to him.
a mixture of piss and carrion. draugr flagged the brute immediate as a threat and waited, watching with sandstone eyes for the wolf.
he appears, cloaked in confidence that does not belong to him. the northman does not leave the center of his pillars yet, cloaked in dusk’s bleeding colors. a snarl on his tongue.
paws pass the pillars before him and it is immediate that he is assailed by the wight. shoulders grappling, teeth searching for possession. a warsong on the melodies of his snarl that rings into the heavens.